Everything we knew

An average hunt

"RISE AND SHINE, SAMMY!"

Sam Winchester jumped awake due to his brother's impromptue wake up call and "Hell's bells" blasting on the radio and hit his head on the roof of the Impala. He groaned and said,

"Thanks for that, Dean!" His brother laughed.

"Right," Dean said while turning the radio back down. "We are an hour or two outside of Carson city, run me through the case again?" Sam leaned forward and dug the case files out from under half a dozen fast food bags, opened the file, and cleared his throat.

"Okay, so, over the past few weeks over a dozen people have gone missing. A few weeks later, Emily G. Hunter, Caleb Doleby, and Eric Zingerman were all found dead, claw-like markings on their torso, brain turned to mush without any physical cause, skin around the wound dry and cracked, and get this, blood turned to an unidentifialbe metalic liquid."

"Any ideas on what did this?" Sam shook his head.

"Not a one. Bobby's stumped too, he's never heard of most of these symptoms on their own, let alone all at once."

"Any links between the missing and dead people?" Sam looked through the file

"Well, it looks like the three of them died near where people have gone missing"

"Are you sure?" Dean asked

"Yeah, Caleb's matches with a man called Robert, Eric with a Natasha, and Emily with an Eliza"

"Well what area of town is it?"

"Practically everywhere. they're dissapearing North, South, East, West, there's no pattern." Dean thought for a moment.

"What about timelines? How long between dissapearences and deaths?" Sam rifled through the files, then muttered to himself.

"Fourteen days, fourteen days," He spoke up. "Looks like two weeks exactly between corrosponding deaths and dissapearences."

"Any chance someone went missing two weeks ago?" Sam looked through the file again.

"Looks like a Derek Clark was last seen thirteen days ago near the movie theater." Dean nodded.

"Sounds like a plan, Sammy!"

When the brothers got to "The Outsiders" motel they spent the rest of the day and well into the next day looking for anything that would explain these unexplainable deaths. At about 11 o'clock the next day Dean had given up on it being something they knew about and started trying to name it.

"Dean, you are not naming another species!"

"Come on! These are great ideas!"

"Cerebro-melter?"

"Well they're not my best..."

At 10 o'clock at night, the last time Derek Clark was seen, Sam and Dean drove down to the movie theater. They park on the side of the road and pull out two duffle bags with everything they could need inside, preparing them for everything, they hoped. As they were about to check out inside they heard some strange electrical noises coming from an alley a few yards away. The alley was long enough so that you couldnt get a good look at the end of it from the street, so they ventured in. They cautiously walked for a while, sub consciously reaching for their pistols in the back of their pants. The end of the alley truned left around a building and by the far wall was a strange man, crouching down with his back to them, and lighting up the wall with a strange green light. He wore a brown tweed jacket, black pants, and had brown hair.

"You can't hide from me," he spoke in an english accent. "Your energy readings are faint in the growing stages, but definetly there." He continued like this, seemingly interrogating the wall, before something even the Winchesters didn't see coming. Through the dingy brick wall sprung what would best be described as a hole in reality. About eight feet tall and five feet across, swirling black, purple, and grey.

"What the hell!" Dean shouted. The strange man whipped around, revealing a red bow tie and a noticably large chin.

"You can't be here!" He shouted. "What are you... you shouldn't... oh, Shut up!" He spun back around and pointed his green light at the hole. "Finally coaxed you out of hiding, did I?" A large, white, electrical spark flew out of the hole, bounced up the wall, and discharged on a window. "Settle down!" He said. Another spark flew out and veered off in the direction of the side alley. "Wow, you've really woken up!" The next spark went straight for Dean, had Sam not pushed him out of the way it would have hit his head. The man spun back to face the brothers. "Right, you two, get down!"

"What?" Dean asked.

"It's coming!" The man said.

"What is?" Sam asked. Suddenly the entire back wall seemed to catch fire, sparks flew everywhere and hit everything. The three of them crouched to the ground and covered their heads. Throught the hole came the biggest spark of all exploded behind them, and under the noise was something alive, something angry. The sparks died out and they slowly got up.

Standing in front of the hole was something no hunter had ever dreamed of, about five feet tall, and shaped like a malnourished bird. it had a jet black beak, beady eyes, and the skull shape visible under the wrinkled, silver/blue skin. but as you looked down its body it got more deadly, down its spine and into its tail were small, metal spines that almost looked like feathers. Its wrinkled skin turned to hard metal and its arms ended in long, lethal claws.

"What the hell is that thing?" Dean demanded

"That," The man said pointing, "Is the Armales, also known as the armor bird. They've been opening up worm holes all over Earth, which I would like to applaud you on, excelent work! But, You've been using them to kiddnap and kill innocent human beings, thats got to stop!" The bird screeches at him with a mettalic whine. "What?" The man laughed. "Do you really think that? Did you actually think that no one would notice you lot making tears in the fabric of space-time? If you had the knowledge to do that I certainly thought you wouldn't be this thick!"

"Wait, can you understand that thing?" Sam whispered.

"Well, of course I can!" He said back.

"How!"

"I'm the Doctor, that's how." The bird-thing screeched and jumped back through the worm hole in a burst of electricity. "No, no, no! Nonononono!" The Doctor yelled, pointing his green light and running towards the hole, as is started swirling and shrinking.

"What's it doing?" Dean asked.

"It must have recognized me and now its closing the worm hole! If I don't get a lock on it now, I might never find their space station!"

"How can a thing like that have a space station?" Sam said.

"Well their planet is much further along than yours"

"Are you saing that was an alien?" Dean asked.

"Well have you seen anything like that on Earth?" The Doctor said back, before they could respond he shouted, "Aha, yes!" and started running down the side alley. "Come along you two!" He shouted back, seemingly to someone else, but Sam and Dean followed anyways. They watched as the Doctor ran into a large blue box marked "Police public call box", and left the door open. The two looked through the doors and wordlessly stepped inside.

"What in the..." Sam started but couldnt finish the thought.

"This is way above my paygrade" Dean whispered.